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Xavier’s Birth Story

Xavier’s Birth Story

I remained calm and never panicked, I was surfing a wave of adrenalin. Ganka arrived about five minutes after he was born, I couldn’t hear her knock or come through the door, but could hear her once she was inside. I called out to her and said that I had had the baby. She came over to the doorway, and later in her own words described how I was sitting in a pool of blood holding my baby, while eating the green lollipop.

Maia Mary Denham

Suzanne is moving the cold, slippery sensor all around my tummy and turning up the volume, and pausing and listening and moving it some more, and I’m staring at her face. She was just here this morning and all seemed well, but I haven’t felt you move all day. Not when I drank a cold glass of water and lay down on my side, or when I poked and prodded at my tummy to try to wake you up… not a wriggle.

Inky’s birth story

Inky, as it turned out, couldn’t make her mind up about when she wanted to arrive. After several false starts at the end of February, I thought she would be destined to come when Julie was away on the fifth of March.

Jaye’s birth story

I found out I was pregnant with my second child the day before Luke and I got married – a concept that hadn’t occurred to me when I needed my wedding dress altered! The home pregnancy test was oh-so-faintly positive so I woke Monty (just gone one) and dashed to my doctor’s for confirmation…

The birth of Isa

I lay in bed on the actual due date of my baby, unable to sleep with so many thoughts racing around in my head. It was very late – my husband and I had been out dancing. Before I was pregnant I was dancing up to 4 times a week, but had slowed down as I ripened. This evening however, I’d had a huge burst of energy and had really torn up the floor. The day before my midwife, Julia, had said that it seemed I would probably be another 2 weeks as I was still very mobile and not experiencing any Braxton Hicks contractions yet.

A blessed and sacred birth

A blessed and sacred birth

On Sunday evening just after 6pm on the 4th September 2005, as I sat outside with Daniel and our friend Steve who was staying the weekend, I felt a “show” and knew that baby would soon be on its way. It came as a surprise, even though I had known it could be any time, (it was only a few days before the due date) and I felt a funny sense of nervousness. I wanted to be alone with Daniel to share the news so I waited until we went to bed and I whispered to him that labour was likely to begin anytime. He hardly seemed phased and suggested I get some sleep.